Highwire (song)

Written by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, "Highwire" is one of the rare examples of the Stones taking on political issues - in this case, the fall-out from Persian Gulf War. On the song, Jagger said at the time of its release, "It's not about the war. It's about how it started." Richards continued, saying, "This is not about the war. It's about how you build up some shaky dictator. You can't build them up, 'cause then you've got to slam them down."

The song's lyrics deconstructed the build-up to the war, and criticized the politics behind it:

"Highwire" was released as Flashpoint's first single on 1 March 1991. It reached #29 in the UK, #57 in the US, #28 on the Modern Rock Tracks chart, and #1 on the Mainstream Rock Tracks chart. An accompanying video directed by Julien Temple was released and depicted the Stones in an industrial set performing the song.

Higher

Artist: Twista f/ Ludacris, WildstyleAlbum: KamikazeSong: HigherTyped by: JamaalBigCat@aol.com[Intro: Twista] + (Ludacris)Yeah, you know it's about to go down right?(Yeeah!) Got to let them know who is this? (Ludacris!)And who else nigga? (Twista, wooo, ahhh!)Uh, uh (check it out)[Verse 1: Ludacris]Sometimes I think that I got to see a little bit of brighter daysCause I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cageAnd you could look to the left or the right but I'm trapped on center stageAnd I could rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my waysI still hear a fool and I track them, distract them, and whack themJack a nigga for the day to days and I yak them, attack them, and sack themGet a weapon and I crack his brain cause I'm a hustler, baller, proAnd it wouldn't be right for me to be around busters, and crawlers, and hoesBut I'm a pimp at night, so talk shit and I'm a lift them up off of they toesWith a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o'sIn a two-seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of droSmoking, choking, get them open, croakingIt's so potent - I'm hoping to keep on floatingSoaking wet and you can bet, people I'm highI'm seeing lions, and tigers and bears - oh my!And I can't hide it or keep it hidden, good riddance I'm felling goodI'm weapon-concealing, stealing my neighborhoodWould, could, and should break a nigga offThey'll see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough)You caused some vapors and I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm homeGive me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"[Chorus: Twista]Throw it up if you get high, get blow, get drunkIf you want what I'm on, come on and kick itLet's ride, smoke dro, beat the trunkAll the bad ass bitches that want to partyJust shake it, great players get pumpedMe and my thugs, and hustlers in the partyGet money fuck hoes, get crunk[Verse 2: Twista](Look out!) I put a little bit of hash on some motherfucking purple hazeI feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the BacardiGot me up and then rippng shit in a rageIn the netti cofetti with a belly, GucciTimberland stepping on the petal up in the Cadillac truckWant to get me for the woodBetter get the whole motherfucking hood to come and give you some back upWe can get into it and if you want to do itI'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that want to come at thisIf they all get some blood for fucking with thugs that I buryMy adversaries better not want none of Twis'Represent for my city, anybody that different with meGot to get him for thinking it's a gameAnd whether you from my city or not, talk shitI'ma kill him especially if he say my nameI've been up on him - I handle my businessAnd I'm a stick him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pillerMurder haters that don't feel aNiggaz claiming they want to bring it, but really don't be killersBalling out so hard the size of my rims grow to a hellafied sight-sceneWhen the dough become no bigger, I'm going to drop that 2003 on 19"[Chorus: Twista][Verse 3: Twista]We balling out of control, I floss on, play on, pimp onA speed deamon, pedal to the metal when I'm in the zoneHang on cause here I'm goneIn the motherfucking wind when I'm sippin on Henn'I got paper, you owe somethingAnd I done came a long way from letting me hold something, to roll somethingFind a body, then fill him up with some adrenalineAnd then kill him and send him to the cemeteryWith a flow for the whole world like a poet,Check icy cold, your Pop's so hungry, he mends a berryShit, and when it come to shipping goodWho that?, who that?, I got the sack openAnd the herb got the flow so strongHot them on crack, the track is for back-to-back smokingNever come up with it unwise, and henigga you ain't untouchable when I spark the heatComing at you like sharks to meatthe blood is softly, I can tell when a mark is hard as weCome fully loaded cause I'm hard to beatalways screaming where a beat and the dro at?You know we love that cut upIn the back of the club with purple in the back cryingTwis' and Ludacris get fucked up[Chorus: Twista][Outro: Twista] + (Wildstyle)Pass me the..Let me smoke my..(Yeeah, this a Wildstyle productionTwista and Ludacris collabo, get it, get it

Highwire

Highwire may refer to:

HighWire Press, HighWire Press, Inc. formerly a division of the Stanford University Libraries that produces and hosts scholarly publications online

Fellow artist Zampanò performs a strongman act and breaks an iron chain ... When he and Gelsomina end up working in a makeshift circus alongside Il Matto (The Fool), a playful highwireartist and clown (Richard Basehart), Zampanò responds to teasing by chasing Il Matto with a knife....

On July 31, 1948, hundreds gathered on the banks of South Boulder Creek to watch Ivy Baldwin walk a tightrope across EldoradoCanyon, a 635-foot span the veteran highwireartist had traversed more than 80 times. Adding to the celebration ... VanAllen’s crossing marks the intersection of the modern sport with the historic highwire shows ... to 2 p.m ... ....